'A little, _passionately, not at all?_' <br />She casts the snowy petals on the air: <br />And what care we how many petals fall! <br /> <br />Nay, wherefore seek the seasons to forestall? <br />It is but playing, and she will not care, <br />A little, passionately, not at all! <br /> <br />She would not answer us if we should call <br />Across the years: her visions are too fair; <br />And what care we how many petals fall! <br /> <br />She knows us not, nor recks if she enthrall <br />With voice and eyes and fashion of her hair, <br />A little, passionately, not at all! <br /> <br />Knee-deep she goes in meadow grasses tall, <br />Kissed by the daisies that her fingers tear: <br />And what care we how many petals fall! <br /> <br />We pass and go: but she shall not recall <br />What men we were, nor all she made us bear: <br />'_A little, passionately, not at all!_' <br />And what care we how many petals fall!<br /><br />Ernest Christopher Dowson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/villanelle-of-marguerite-s/
